Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier and Ori = Corrinth's, Golan =
Star's, Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 11
Damn that'd hurt in the morning! Gambit swore mentally as some dratted kid pelted him with what looked like part of a desk. Not caring that these brats were after all just that, obnoxious kids with an attitude problem, he rained down more cards just in front of the crowd, driving them back. Lance fought with him, both mutants drawing away from the school as the ground bucked and heaved below them. Only Gambit's agility saved him from falling as Lance didn't hold back; taking out all his frustrations on the Bayville High students with the earth that was his toy. Quicksilver was a zephyr of frantic wind, zipping through the crowd, scything them with his passage as he fought too to teach them how to respect mutants.
Blue energy, pure and unsullied, extracted Quicksilver from the crowd, before the streetlights themselves turned against the student body, wrapping and writhing like great serpents as they drove the crowd back, exploding. Gambit's spirits were raised when a bolt of fire ran hot and red to crack the concrete and set alight the grass itself. But when he turned to see what strange alliance had been formed behind him and Avalanche, it was Pyro and not Blaze who commanded the fire, eyes distorted by the reflected flames within them. Besides him Colossus raised a metallic fist. It slammed down heavily and abruptly onto the bonnet of a car parked unfortunately close. The car back flipped through the air, landing with a crunch just in front of Gambit. Heck, they could have just asked him to move!
Mystique stood by Wanda's side; the blue-skinned metamorph laughing heartily as the student mob finally turned tails and ran. To Gambit's palpable surprise Pyro and Colossus went to flank her. Obviously he wasn't the only one of Magneto's men to have made alliances with the enemy during the Master of Magnetism's absence. Wanda set her brother down besides her, Avalanche dutifully lowering his eyes and going to stand on the other side of Magneto's children. There was something big going on here, all Gambit's thief's instincts were screaming it at him. And he seemed to be the only one who didn't know what it was.
"Poor Gambit." Mystique stepped forward, expression more of disgust than of sympathy. "A rebel without a cause, or is it a ladies' man without a woman?" Pyro and Quicksilver laughed as Colossus and Lance smirked. Wanda simply rolled her eyes.
"What you know 'bout anythin', Mystique?" Remy snapped.
"I know that you are far more important that even you realise, Remy le Beau." She told him, stepping close enough that the others had to strain to hear what passed between them. "I know that you are a key to a greater power than has been seen on this earth for the entire of human history. I know," She paused, long fingers brushing his beard as she smiled. "That I alone can offer you now that which you seek........."
"What you know 'bout what I want?" Gambit replied, but much less abruptly than he had originally spoken. Mystique already knew she had him, all the pieces were falling into place and soon, very soon she would have more power than she had ever been capable of imagining.
"You are a restless soul, a key, seeking a lock that you fit so that you might briefly know what it is to belong." Mystique's voice was grand and empty, like a huge house of worship, once worship has grown tired and dim.
"I'se a thief." Gambit pointed out. "Only t'ing I know 'bout locks is how to pick 'em."
"Do you want the power or not?" Mystique dropped the grandness and asked him straight. He may like games, but she knew there were bigger things at stake. Slowly, as if trying to work out what the catch was, he nodded. "Very well." With empty eyes Mystique assessed her new team. Wanda's scowl showed energetic tenacity, Lance's brooding an earthly judgment, Quicksilver of air, Pyro the fire-elemental, Colossus of metal more than flesh, water she was already prepared for, and she......... She, Mystique, would be the most powerful of all, she who could fool the eye and the mind, she who was above the clawing grasp of even the most powerful telepaths. She would see her place marked on the temple floor and gain for herself the ancient powers of the Guardian of Thought, Guardian of Destiny.
Fully understanding what it was she would be asking Gambit to do, her eyes fell on him without sympathy. Only he would do, her Key, the one who would unleash the powers of the Chosen One. The Chosen One. The words echoed empty around her head, and she could feel no remorse.
"We are almost ready." She told them, appreciating their eagerness. "There is but one thing we must lay claim to......... The prophecies all point to a Chosen One, the world's most powerful telepath........."
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"Ilehana I........." Charles Xavier, hot and flustered and very, very scared turned to his daughter the wolf as though pleading. He supposed he was, desperately pleading to whomever, whatever might be listening that this thing was not true. Nobody was listening.
# You don't need to apologise. # Vixen-as-Wolf replied telepathically. The other wolf on the room whined slightly, a throbbing in the air that would have been too high pitched for the Professor to hear, if he had not been mind-linked to a wolf at the time. Ori's wail was unearthly, disturbing, but not unfamiliar. Too often of late Ilehana had been taking comfort in the simpler form and philosophies of the wolf, and that very wailing had echoed around the whole of Bayville. #You may have once been the strongest of us, Dad, but not anymore......... We both knew you could not hope to help me contain this power forever. #
#So what happens now? # Charles Xavier asked his daughter, well aware that he sounded more like the child of the two. This went way beyond his understanding, made him very afraid. He could not lose his child!
#I don't know. # Ilehana replied cautiously, knowing more than she would ever let on. She could not allow herself to fear anymore, too much depended on her. Nearly, very nearly, it was almost time......... #I just don't know......... #
(Coming soon................."The Guardians of Destiny"...........................)
(Roll Credits....................................)
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 11
Damn that'd hurt in the morning! Gambit swore mentally as some dratted kid pelted him with what looked like part of a desk. Not caring that these brats were after all just that, obnoxious kids with an attitude problem, he rained down more cards just in front of the crowd, driving them back. Lance fought with him, both mutants drawing away from the school as the ground bucked and heaved below them. Only Gambit's agility saved him from falling as Lance didn't hold back; taking out all his frustrations on the Bayville High students with the earth that was his toy. Quicksilver was a zephyr of frantic wind, zipping through the crowd, scything them with his passage as he fought too to teach them how to respect mutants.
Blue energy, pure and unsullied, extracted Quicksilver from the crowd, before the streetlights themselves turned against the student body, wrapping and writhing like great serpents as they drove the crowd back, exploding. Gambit's spirits were raised when a bolt of fire ran hot and red to crack the concrete and set alight the grass itself. But when he turned to see what strange alliance had been formed behind him and Avalanche, it was Pyro and not Blaze who commanded the fire, eyes distorted by the reflected flames within them. Besides him Colossus raised a metallic fist. It slammed down heavily and abruptly onto the bonnet of a car parked unfortunately close. The car back flipped through the air, landing with a crunch just in front of Gambit. Heck, they could have just asked him to move!
Mystique stood by Wanda's side; the blue-skinned metamorph laughing heartily as the student mob finally turned tails and ran. To Gambit's palpable surprise Pyro and Colossus went to flank her. Obviously he wasn't the only one of Magneto's men to have made alliances with the enemy during the Master of Magnetism's absence. Wanda set her brother down besides her, Avalanche dutifully lowering his eyes and going to stand on the other side of Magneto's children. There was something big going on here, all Gambit's thief's instincts were screaming it at him. And he seemed to be the only one who didn't know what it was.
"Poor Gambit." Mystique stepped forward, expression more of disgust than of sympathy. "A rebel without a cause, or is it a ladies' man without a woman?" Pyro and Quicksilver laughed as Colossus and Lance smirked. Wanda simply rolled her eyes.
"What you know 'bout anythin', Mystique?" Remy snapped.
"I know that you are far more important that even you realise, Remy le Beau." She told him, stepping close enough that the others had to strain to hear what passed between them. "I know that you are a key to a greater power than has been seen on this earth for the entire of human history. I know," She paused, long fingers brushing his beard as she smiled. "That I alone can offer you now that which you seek........."
"What you know 'bout what I want?" Gambit replied, but much less abruptly than he had originally spoken. Mystique already knew she had him, all the pieces were falling into place and soon, very soon she would have more power than she had ever been capable of imagining.
"You are a restless soul, a key, seeking a lock that you fit so that you might briefly know what it is to belong." Mystique's voice was grand and empty, like a huge house of worship, once worship has grown tired and dim.
"I'se a thief." Gambit pointed out. "Only t'ing I know 'bout locks is how to pick 'em."
"Do you want the power or not?" Mystique dropped the grandness and asked him straight. He may like games, but she knew there were bigger things at stake. Slowly, as if trying to work out what the catch was, he nodded. "Very well." With empty eyes Mystique assessed her new team. Wanda's scowl showed energetic tenacity, Lance's brooding an earthly judgment, Quicksilver of air, Pyro the fire-elemental, Colossus of metal more than flesh, water she was already prepared for, and she......... She, Mystique, would be the most powerful of all, she who could fool the eye and the mind, she who was above the clawing grasp of even the most powerful telepaths. She would see her place marked on the temple floor and gain for herself the ancient powers of the Guardian of Thought, Guardian of Destiny.
Fully understanding what it was she would be asking Gambit to do, her eyes fell on him without sympathy. Only he would do, her Key, the one who would unleash the powers of the Chosen One. The Chosen One. The words echoed empty around her head, and she could feel no remorse.
"We are almost ready." She told them, appreciating their eagerness. "There is but one thing we must lay claim to......... The prophecies all point to a Chosen One, the world's most powerful telepath........."
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"Ilehana I........." Charles Xavier, hot and flustered and very, very scared turned to his daughter the wolf as though pleading. He supposed he was, desperately pleading to whomever, whatever might be listening that this thing was not true. Nobody was listening.
# You don't need to apologise. # Vixen-as-Wolf replied telepathically. The other wolf on the room whined slightly, a throbbing in the air that would have been too high pitched for the Professor to hear, if he had not been mind-linked to a wolf at the time. Ori's wail was unearthly, disturbing, but not unfamiliar. Too often of late Ilehana had been taking comfort in the simpler form and philosophies of the wolf, and that very wailing had echoed around the whole of Bayville. #You may have once been the strongest of us, Dad, but not anymore......... We both knew you could not hope to help me contain this power forever. #
#So what happens now? # Charles Xavier asked his daughter, well aware that he sounded more like the child of the two. This went way beyond his understanding, made him very afraid. He could not lose his child!
#I don't know. # Ilehana replied cautiously, knowing more than she would ever let on. She could not allow herself to fear anymore, too much depended on her. Nearly, very nearly, it was almost time......... #I just don't know......... #
(Coming soon................."The Guardians of Destiny"...........................)
(Roll Credits....................................)